Page 63 of The Deeper Game
Something grazed the back of my neck and the backs of my wrists. And then there was a click.
It was as if two sets of semi-circles had fitted together, trapping my neck in a large circle and my wrists in smaller circles. This board thing forced me to stand upright in a kind of goalpost position, spread-legged. My chin rested on the smooth, wooden edge of the hole.
The elf-girl in the forest was often put in configurations like this by the evil woodsmen.
I yanked and squirmed to no avail. I moved my hands around; something else clicked and my palms came into contact with two knobs I could grip onto. My hands closed instinctively around them.
All I heard was the rustling of leaves. I stood there, trembling, blinded by the bag on my head. I used the knobs to pull up my weight and kick out my feet, spreader bar and all. I came into contact with nothing but air.
Large, rough hands caressed my hips, and I jerked. They went away and then came back again. There was something familiar about the touch.
“Oh my God,” I breathed, still woozy.
A voice. “Shh.”
The bag was whisked off my head—finally—and I gulped in the cool air. A large, hooded figure stood in front of me, shrouded in shadows aside from where the moonlight hit one of his big, black boots, which was scuffed up in a rather familiar way...
“Jesus!” I said. “Zeus!”
No answer. A hand brushed my hair from my eyes.
“You guys?”
“Shh.”
“Come on, say something!”
The figure before me stepped closer, into a shaft of moonlight; I could see now that he wore a green hat, green tunic, green tights, and boots. I’d recognize his big body anywhere.Zeus.
“Oh my God!” I said, slightly pissed off. “Zeus! You scared me!”
“I don’t know who Zeus is, elf,” Zeus growled from under the hood.
I jerked my arms downward, trying to free myself. “Let me out of this.”
A hand slid around and touched my breast through the little dress. “This can go easy or this can go hard, elf-girl.”Thor.
“You scared me!” I said, heart pounding. I didn’t know whether to be angry or what. They were reenacting my favorite cartoon porn storyline. But seriously, they’d gone pretty far, abducting me like that. Though, to be fair, it’s similar to what happens in the cartoon. Except she was gathering flowers in the forest at the time. And they don’t drug her.
Odin, also in a hood and tights, came up beside me and grabbed my hair. If I hadn’t known it was him, I’d have certainly known by the way he grabbed my hair. “We can ravish you easy or hard,” he said. “Your choice.”
“What?” I asked stupidly.
“It’s a real question, elf.”
My heart pounded in my chest. My bank robbers wearingtights. For me. “You’re all in tights,” I said.
It was sweet. I was into costumes, but they typically weren’t. And here they were in tights! And they’d created this platform, which had clearly been modeled on one of my favorite dirty cartoon porn scenarios. Had they built it themselves?
The more I thought about it, the more I hoped so. Because how exactly would they have explained the device to whatever carpenter they’d hired?
Zeus disappeared from my view.
“Easy or hard, answer the question,” Odin said from under his hood. I couldn’t see their faces. It was wild and hot, and I found myself trembling with a mixture of leftover fear, but also excitement.
“You think I’m putty in your hands now? You think I’ll just do what you want?”
By way of answer, Odin’s hand tightened in my hair. The woodsmen ravished her hard in the scenarios I favored.
